Strings attached and knotted
Tentacles entangled tied
Ropes and rigging assembled
Hidden networks bind
Simple things no longer live
The chains whip out and lock
I thought I had much more to give
Than take back what I mock
Barbed hook baited easy
Tiredness taking hold
Rest up soft and breezy
Caught in mesh and mould.
Strings attached extenteded
Creepers on a vine
Not aimed or ill intended
Just tripwires on the line
Wires connect the moment’s ebb
Fibres in the flow
Virations in a spider’s web
A sticky place to go.
